Nature Speaks

This was written because of a small part of me that has concerns over how we live today, in our treatment of our enviroment, I mean.

To the lumberjack: Why do you persist? Entropy will catch you. You are a being of death, all you ever do Is kill. Another tree, another splotch of green, another forest. Maybe you’ll catch yourself, and plant something In this forsaken place you’ve made.

To the gardener: You conjure beauty that falls within a week, like A necromancer, raising those that are destined to die again. Another rose, another daisy, another five-pound bag Of fertilizer, to pour into the Earth and choke life that watches from lakes. Entropy will catch you, one day there won’t be another bag.

To the rancher: Your cattle will graze in this land you’ve Claimed. Yours. Not shared. Entropy will catch you, on that dusty plain of Death. Where yellowed blades are shattered Into paste by absent-minded mouths. One day, maybe there will be less mouths And Nature can breathe again.

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